My motto was this: Never let a man be a step ahead of you. There was a line, my mother told me, that you never crossed. You were to be the smartest of the pair. The only thing a man had was his brawn, it was his lady whom everyone knew had the brains. I believed this, because this was how I was raised. But I've recently witnessed a slight contradiction to this theory.

Hate is a passionate emotion. Very similar to (wink, wink) lurve.
I mean, it's obvious that Victoire Weasley has strong feelings for me. So when she tells me that she despises me, she really means that she adores me and would like to have my babies.
Right.

Dudley was a brute, the friend of thugs, loved by none.But his daughter, Violet,couldn't have fallen further from the tree. Sweet, brainy, if not a little mad, she is totally inseperable from her friends; the super-genius, super-tart Rose and the perfect-in-all-ways Scorpius (whose friendship is suddenly not enough) But this year love will come and love will go, and nothing will be the same again. Perfect banner by Hannah17

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2nd Place for "Best Next Gen" at the 2009 Dobbys
Hi, I'm Rose Weasley, and I have problems. No, not like I'm mental (well maybe) but problems problems. My relationship with my father is horrible, almost downright abusive. I can't do anything without my snot of a brother tattling on me. And now I've enlisted the help of Scorpius Malfoy to sort it all out, which in itself is the biggest problem of all.